Zhuo Jian was wiping the floor until she felt dizzy when the sound of knocking made her heart tremble, and her movements halted.
In the late hours of the night, with Ouyang Ping in the country and Li Yuqing having returned in the morning, who could it be?
Zhuo Jian suddenly recalled the day when she entered the room and was immediately threatened with a knife to her throat, her heart pounding as she slowly stood up. She tried to remain calm and then walked to the door.
Her ear pressed lightly against the door panel, her eyes fixed on the locked keyhole, she asked in a low voice after judging that the person outside couldn't kick the door down, "Who's there?"
No one outside spoke, and she suddenly wondered if she might have heard wrong.
Maybe she was hallucinating.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief, ready to walk away, but there was another knock at the door.
Her heart trembled again, almost to the point of crying, she could only ask again, "Who's there?"
